Elliot froze at the change in atmosphere, his grip still strong on the babies. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight, causing weird chills to run down his spine.
Pressing the babies' face into his chest, he turned back around, facing the direction of the mutilated pilot.
"Man, your life was just too short." He hoped it was enough for his spirit to be pleased with.
The last thing he wanted was for an angry spirit to come after the babies because Elliot had forgotten to give him respect.
Looking closer, he could see signs of struggle on his neck. Slender ones at that. It made him wonder if it resulted from some foreplay? Or because of a fight?
He was ruling this one as 'Escapades went wrong,' maybe he could write a novel on his way back home.
